The sun welcomed me with a gentle kiss, a new day is born before me. I rise up as if I were a soldier, perhaps this day will be my battle field; trenches surrounding me. I only have one though in mind, one that gives me courage but also one that makes me suffer every day.

A vivid painting of her picture with all the colors known to us I have created, but her beauty as I lay my zealous eyes on her cannot compare. So I smile.

It's a struggle moving, my spirit is out of reach, but my body lays there as if abandoned, perhaps the battle is already lose. I find what's left of my effort and now my body abides by my wishes. I take the first step but it is heavy and the world begins to shake, a wounded soldier I was. My head spins and my thoughts scatter, a far too many margaritas. Now I am certain the battle is lost.

I make it to the bathroom, I am greeted by myself I so despise another enemy perhaps but I am too tired to debate. I look twice at him but he stays there and doesn't move, his eyes filled with disgust and his face has no color. Then he finally disappears.

It was a beautiful sunday?
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